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. They rereally pretty, but really dangerous. Is that like a Fallen Angel? I ask. Not exactly, she says. They re hypnotic and powerful.They have this way about themthat draws people to them and if you get too close to one, they can possess your mind.I gape at her. Possess your mind and make you do what?Alex steps forward. Whatever they want, which is why we have to be careful and stayaway from them. Are there a lot where we re going?Alex wavers. It all depends on the Wicca store.If there s black magic there, then yes, aBlack Angel might be there or maybe even something worse.And it s good you re dressedup like that. His eyes scroll up my body. Maybe everyone will try not to get too close toyou.And we can keep your identity hidden. From the Death Walkers? I ask. Or from Demetrius? From everyone. He moves nearer and blows out a breath. No one can know who youare, Gemma.If the wrong person finds out who you are what you are then word will getback to Demetrius.Or they might try to use the power for themselves. He pauses. You revery valuable.Valuable to whom? I let out an uneasy breath and tug at the top of my dress again,wondering what I m getting into. I can t get the ribbon to fasten very tightly.I m worried it sgoing to fall down.Alex makes a circular motion with his finger. Turn around and I ll tie it.I obey and hold my breath as he steps up behind me.Sweeping my hair to the side, hehooks his fingers through the bottom cross of the ribbon and gives it a gentle tug as Aislinand Laylen wander down the hallway toward the front door.He doesn t utter a word as he deliberately traces his finger to the next section.I suck ina breath as he pulls on that one too and his breath hits the back of my neck.I try to remaincalm as he fastens the next one by pulling it so securely that the leather clutches my ribs.I put my hands just below my breasts and work to get air into my lungs. It s tightenough I think.His chest brushes against my back as he laughs and gives the ribbon another tug. Nottight enough.We don t want them falling out.I bite down on my lip.Hard.And a little blood pools out. I m sure they ll stay put.I canbarely breathe.His knuckles graze between my shoulder blades as he ties the ribbon into a knot.He sbreathing erratically and his chest collides with my back with each inhale. I know, but Iwant to make sure. There s an elongated pause and then I feel his lips touch the back ofmy neck.I stay still as he rolls his tongue along my skin and gives it a little suck, sending shiversall over my body.I want to crumble to the ground and let him catch me, but he pulls awayand the feeling evaporates as he heads down the hall with a swagger in his walk.All I haveleft is a warm sensation on my back and I'm not sure if it s from the kiss or the prickle tryingto whisper a new emotion to me.Either way, I stuff it down and follow them out the front door, knowing I have to get myfeelings under control, so I can think clearly and keep myself alive.Because that is the whole point of life.Isn t it?Chapter 12Laylen drives a 1960s Pontiac GTO; black with white racing stripes down the middle.Another sexy car to add to my list.And a sexy driver.With his long fingers curled aroundthe steering wheel, Laylen speeds off down the dirt road toward the city.I m in the backseat, watching the stars streak by as the car zooms down the road.Alexis next to me and is being really quiet.His knee keeps jiggling up and down as if he scentering his nervous energy into that one leg.It s making the air stifling and I can still feelwhere he kissed my neck, like a lingering chill. You know if you keep bouncing your leg like that, you re going to get a cramp, I say,when his nervous energy starts to spread to me.He ceases jiggling his knee and looks at me. Is it bothering you? Kind of, I admit and fan my hand in front of my face. You re making it very hot inhere. Maybe it s just my hotness that s making you hot and bothered, he jokes with a smirk.Annoyance overcomes me and I slap his knee, kind of roughly. That s not what it is.He rubs his knee with a half-smile on his face. You re vicious. And you re arrogant. That s been a given from day one. He pauses and then glances up front at Aislin whohas her eyes shut and her head resting against the window.He scoots over in the seat andleans in toward me.He smells like cologne mixed with soap and I breathe in his intoxicatingscent. You need to be careful while we re in the city.Stay by me at all times. Yes, boss.Any other orders you need me to follow? I'm joking, but the look on his faceis dead serious. There s a ton of orders I d love for you to follow, he says and reclines back with hisjaw set tight. But I d break a lot of rules if I ever gave them to you; and unlike somepeople, I don t break the rules. He glances up at Laylen and then directs his focus to theroad ahead.In the darkness of the cab, his eyes look like coals and his face is a shadow;he looks haunted.There s a brief confirmation from the prickle that lets me know I feel bad.Only hoursago, in the cabin, I d been rubbing up against him, feeling the most amazing feelings everand then I went and did whatever it was that I did with Laylen.I m working up a mildapology when the city rises into view and my thought process hits a screeching halt.Lights blink against the blackness of the night in vibrant colors and giant billboards lightup the sides of the road.In the distance, where the hills fade out, buildings stretch towardthe sky.I sit quietly, craning my neck from left to right to take it all in.Everything s so flashyand shocking.The shock only grows when we reach the heart of the city, where thesidewalks become packed with mobs of people and the air buzzes with excitement.Thereare people dressed in costumes; drinking, laughing and I even see one man strip off hisclothes.I pinch my arm to make sure I m not dreaming and wince from the sting I undeniablyfeel. Holy shit.Alex tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and whispers,  What? Did you think youwere dreaming?I rub my arm. Maybe.It wouldn t be the first time I wasn t sure if I was awake or not.He gives me a strange look. What do you mean?I shrug and fix my gaze on a man dressed as a gladiator, handing out flyers topedestrians. I mean exactly what I said sometimes I can t tell what s happening in real lifeand what s just a dream. How long has this been going on? For most of my life [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]